My son, essential workers aren't the best paid.
Society will clap for the essential man, but it will not pay him. It only pays the rare man.
Look at the shop fridge. Water is essential for human survival, yet it is the cheapest bottle behind the glass. Soda is not essential for survival, but costs three times as much.
The market does not reward what is important. It rewards what is scarce. If a thousand other men can do what you do, you will always be paid like water.
Be blessed.
My son, money punishes you instantly. Time punishes you quietly.
Lose money today, your pocket feels it tonight. Waste a year, and the year says nothing. It lets you sleep.
It waits twenty years. Then it lets you watch your friends live in peace, while you are still waking up every morning to fight the same battles just to survive.
You can borrow money to survive a bad month. But no man can lend you a yesterday.
Be blessed.
My son, a salary is a seed you harvest from another man’s farm.
It is foolish to eat all of it today, because tomorrow hunger will force you to walk back to his gate and beg for more.
Take a portion of that seed and plant it in your own soil.
Build your own harvest, so you never have to depend on another man to survive.
Be blessed.
My son, the system is a trap designed to keep you working every single day.
If you rest, the landlord comes for you. If you just lock your cash in a drawer, inflation silently melts its value.
The only true escape is when your money wakes up and goes to work for you.
Be blessed.